(It's really not about the cup.)

On the bus

A couple days ago, as we waited for a bus in the pouring rain, Frances asked, “Who in their right mind would be out in this kind of weather?”

I boarded the bus and sat beside her. Frances leaned over, and in her best stage whisper (for she has no ‘library voice’) said, “Remember when I asked you who in their right mind would be out in this weather?”

I put a finger to my lips to indicate that she needed to lower her voice.

“Remember?” she asked more loudly.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Well, apparently? There are lot of people who are out of their minds in this town!” she said loudly.

I lost my composure and laughed out loud.

With great sincerity, Frances looked at me, annoyed, and said, “Shhhh. You need to be quiet.”